Carol's with us. [If only.] With the group. Tyreese...
[Daryl glances at Rick, shifts his weight to the other foot, squeezes once at the bow strap. Looking down at Carl, his hair hanging all in his face, he gets through the last of his fidgeting by turning his chin a little toward his shoulder so his gaze becomes more comfortably sidelong. By now the pause alone will have said enough, but he can't leave them hanging:] Walker bit him. We tried to stop it, like with Hershel, but...
[But. This blank's an easy one to fill. (Daryl didn't have a direct hand in the attempt to save Tyreese's life, but we's become a reflex.)
—No, he's still fidgety, swaying where he stands, eager to get out of the hallway's oppressive vastness. Whenever it seems least awkward to do so, he murmurs to Rick,] That the room?
[Obviously it is, but he's struggling for a segue here, okay, give him a break.]
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[Daryl glances at Rick, shifts his weight to the other foot, squeezes once at the bow strap. Looking down at Carl, his hair hanging all in his face, he gets through the last of his fidgeting by turning his chin a little toward his shoulder so his gaze becomes more comfortably sidelong. By now the pause alone will have said enough, but he can't leave them hanging:] Walker bit him. We tried to stop it, like with Hershel, but...
[But. This blank's an easy one to fill. (Daryl didn't have a direct hand in the attempt to save Tyreese's life, but we's become a reflex.)
—No, he's still fidgety, swaying where he stands, eager to get out of the hallway's oppressive vastness. Whenever it seems least awkward to do so, he murmurs to Rick,] That the room?
[Obviously it is, but he's struggling for a segue here, okay, give him a break.]